Art Of Death Act III: The Requiem Of The Funeral Eve

Beautiful evening turns to night
Clouds they gather to the darkening sky
Storm is rising, but still it's calm
As I've been writing this requiem.

I - am powerless, wallow in this feeling
I - am breathless, hear the sound of mourning.

Distant church bells begin to toll
I rise listen, feel it in my soul
I'm getting weaker, but I need to write
I stare these woods, this one last time.

I - am powerless, wallow in this feeling
I - am breathless, hear the sound of mourning.

I grow weaker by the hour, I cannot sleep
My heart's heavy for departure. In this final moment
I feel growing weakness, cannot breath
My heart's last heavy beating. As I write this requiem.

I kneel down and lower my head
Silent chanting fills the air
It's time to begin the funeral
From this edge I bid the last farewell.

I - am powerless, wallow in this feeling
I - am breathless, hear the sound of mourning.

I grow weaker by the hour, I cannot sleep
My heart's heavy for departure. In this final moment
I feel growing weakness, cannot breath
My heart's last heavy beating. As I write this requiem.